Studying Anger

Last week, I talked about reading emotions, particularly anger. In fact, we need to do more than read our anger. We need to study.

To study is to understand, to fit into an organized structure of information, to read and think and do experiments until we make sense of a subject.

Libraries are written on anger. A search yields 79 million results. We don’t need to read more than a few of those entries, a couple of books, and the Bible to study our own emotion of anger. Among other information, we’ll learn that everybody gets angry, though some of us deny that.  We’ll understand that most cultures teach their boys and girls differently about anger. We’ll get an overview of the kinds of situations that typically provoke anger. We’ll learn some wisdom sayings about anger. “A soft answer turns away wrath” the Bible says. (Proverbs 15:1)

The real challenge is examining our own anger thoroughly enough to deeply understand ourselves. Some of us feel we don’t need to understand. What’s the point? “I’m angry, I’m right, and life, the institution, or the other person needs to change.”

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Others of us are too afraid or ashamed of our anger to study it. We just want to get rid of it any way we can. Some of us don’t even let ourselves feel it to start with.

My father was an angry man. If he had been a client, I’d have said he was a rageaholic, based on reports of his use of anger to control his family, including occasional episodes of out-of-control rages. The fear of what he might do in that anger led me to suppress my anger, for years. And fear of making others angry often alters my behavior.

Anger, like any emotion, is a complicated and deep subject. But the more we study our own responses, the more self-control and wisdom we can enjoy in our relationships with ourselves and others.

Jesus, You are the source of all wisdom. More wisdom, please, about our anger.

Emotions give us information about what we really believe.

Anger, for instance. If we get angry when someone hurts us, we believe we are worth being treated well. A store manager refuses to refund a thousand dollars for a defective laptop. “It’s not working because you dropped it. That’s not covered.” We know we did not drop it. We are angry. We believe in justice and the manager’s behavior offends justice.

If we are treated without justice and don’t get angry, we believe we deserve how we were treated. Or we have given up expecting justice. Or we are not acknowledging our anger. Sometimes we don’t even acknowledge our anger to ourselves. For whatever reason, anger feels dangerous or wrong.

What we do with our anger is a different story. What I’m saying here is that an accurate reading of our emotions helps us understand ourselves. The next time we feel angry, we can ask, “What’s this about?” “What is going on here?” “Underneath this anger, do I feel sad or fearful?” “If so, what’s that about?”

A crucial piece of reading our emotions: What memories flash through my mind right now? Is what I’m feeling familiar? When have I felt this way before?

If these questions don’t yield helpful answers, ask Jesus. Even when we can’t read what we’re feeling, he can. And that self-knowledge leads to wisdom.

Jesus, be our wisdom. Thank you that you are the stability of our times, a wealth of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge. (Isaiah 33:6)

 

 

Fashion, Choices

In the sixties, I dressed up. I sewed loose dresses. One that I felt particularly good in sported an inverted pleat from a yoke, in yellow, with a red paisley design. Cool, huh?
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In the seventies, I dressed down. I wore cut-off army pants and men’s plaid shirts as I attended college classes.

In the eighties, I wore big shoulder pads, like everyone else.

In the nineties, I wore flowy rayon dresses to see clients.

In the last few years, I wear simple classics—capris, black jeans, little t-shirts.

If you’re a woman over fifty-five, do you remember wearing acrylic knit pantsuits? Remember the first knit fabrics in the late sixties, polyester doubleknits, which meant we didn’t have to iron anymore? Did you wear cotton suits made with small flowered fabric? I have a picture of three of us on a high school field trip in the late sixties. We look like triplets in our rounded lapel jackets and skirts.

Used to be we all wore the same style of dress, the same height of hem, and the same sort of winter coat. Somebody might wear a flowered suit today, but it’s one of many choices. At the Academy Awards I saw many draped, solid color dresses, but they were all draped in different ways.

God gives us many choices. Some lead to beauty and truth. Some to consequences we regret. Fashion choice, within the boundaries of modesty, is just fun. (Except for many who produce the garments for us Americans…but that’s a thought for another day.)

Let’s continue to strive to make choices in every part of our lives that produce Godly consequences, without regret. Yellow, with red paisley? Never again.

Father, for Jesus’glory, work in us the will to do your good will.